Maxim Makarov

Makarov lay down on his bed, which was pushed right up against Sobolev's. Their relationship had been strained since the very first day Kirill arrived at the Suvorov military school; the guy had the personality of a leader, and Max was exactly the same, which only added fuel to the fire. They had already managed to fight—more than once—requiring the entire platoon to break them apart, only to find themselves standing before the platoon commander the next morning. Because of that, they had to fake being best buds, which led to them sharing a desk, and now, even the space between their beds. They were ready to tear each other apart, and would have done so long ago if it weren't for the other boys, whom they didn't really want to wake up.